The sweet, earthy beets are slippery when steamed. Skinning them is both a satisfying and heart-wrenching experience, almost sacrificial. After hand-picking the beets by their tails, I lovingly start rubbing them. My fingernails dig into flesh as I skin them one by one. The red stain goes deep- a residue on my memory.
April 3, 2012 in a garage at 658 Moscow Street, San Francisco
Photos by Missy Weimer